Hey Guys! I hope you are enjoying the story so far! I want to give you guys a heads up, there are only nine chapters left until the story is over but only a few more weeks till the Christmas special is up too.

The girls left the kitchen, with their mind on their mission, Wendy was in trouble and they had to save her. But before she would do anything, Freya had to talk to Nyssa. Freya remembered the conversation she had with Ingrid before they got to the house. Nyssa, Anna, and now Arthur, are the only family she had left, the last piece of Wendy she has left. Ingrid suggested that she should talk to their cousin and get her side of the story, hopefully it was an all misunderstanding. As for Nyssa not telling them about their uncle, Ingrid told Freya that she needed to give the girl a break, she knew something was wrong and wanted to get all the answers before telling them the truth. Ingrid wished that their cousins would had told them earlier, and so does Freya, but know they knew why their uncle stayed away, hopefully this time he would stay.

"Hey Nyssa can I talk to you," Freya gently grabbed her cousin's shoulder to get her attention. "Alone," Freya added. The young witch gave a look to her friend and nodded her head to say she would be okay. Freya didn't mind Aria, but this conversation was between her and Nyssa, she needed to talk to her cousin, not her cousin's best friend.

"Yeah, what's up?" the younger witch said, but her voice held suspicion about Freya. She knew Nyssa had a right to be a little suspicious, the older witch haven't been understanding to the younger girl, especially recently. The brunette had her arms crossed, impatiently, Freya knew that the girl wanted to help her mom, so she had to make this quick.

"I was talking to Ingrid and I wanted to say that I'm sorry," Nyssa gave a confused look, Freya knew she had to explain. "Last night, you told me a really personal story and when you told me that we had an uncle and that you knew about him and didn't tell us, I walked out on you. I wanted to say that I'm sorry for walking out on you, especially when you needed me. I may had been a bit over dramatic."

"A bit?" Nyssa gave her the 'yeah you were' look. The young witch sat next to Freya on the stairs. "Freya, my mom told us all about you and Ingrid practically our entire life, you are the dramatic one," this made both of the witches chuckle. "She loved you, more than you know. And I know that she would tell me family is important, and to forgive you; and I do," Freya's heart swelled, she couldn't believe her cousin was so forgiving. "You know, my mom used to tell us, with family, you don't just take the good, but the bad and the crazy; that's what makes us family. People who will accept you no matter what. When I got older and I found out that I was adopted, I thought she just said that to make us feel better, but I know it's true ever since I met you guys."

"Let's try something," Freya got up from her spot near her cousin. "Let's try to be honest with each other. No secrets," Freya was serious, she really liked her cousin and the problem with them is that there were so many things that she didn't know about her, and maybe it wasn't on purpose. When she was talking to Ingrid about it, she made Freya think about the situation in a different way. She didn't know about her cousin for twenty one years, you cannot fit twenty one years in a few weeks. It will take time. When Ingrid told Freya this, she felt foolish, recently she haven't gave her cousin a chance to explain herself, but no more. She will give her a chance if Nyssa gave Freya a chance.

"Nyssa what's wrong?" Freya asked. Nyssa was quiet, her eyes said she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. "You can tell me."

"I can't Freya," her cousin shook her head.

"Why not?" Freya was confused, what couldn't her cousin tell her.

"Freya," the young girl took a big sigh. "I know you mean what you say, but I- I can't."

"Why not?" Freya was beginning to get frustrated, wasn't honesty was Nyssa's policy? So why did her younger cousin wanted to be a hypocrite and keep something from her. She doesn't trust you, said a voice in Freya's head. Freya was a little scared, ever since the night of Fredrick's and Aunt Wendy's funeral, she has been hearing this voice. At first she thought it was the grief that was talking, but recently it has been getting more and more frequent. It would say things about her family, thing she didn't want to believe, but considering the recent events, especially with her cousin, it may be true.

"Because you will hate me," sincerity filled her younger cousin's eyes. She's tricking you!

"Nyssa give me some credit here," she said, trying to give her cousin a chance. Freya she doesn't think you can handle it, you're not strong enough, the intoxicating voice said. As hard as Freya tried, the harder it was to resist the voice. She has been trying to fight this voice for weeks now, but she was very tired. She knew her family saw it, Freya could see concern in their faces every time she entered the room. The only one who knew about the voice in her head was Killian, but he said it would pass and that it was due to stress. Freya wasn't sure of that anymore.

"Freya," Nyssa wined.

"Or are you just love to keep me in the dark," Freya's voice went dark, very malice, Freya couldn't even recognized her own voice.

"Whoa Freya, where did this one eighty come from?" Nyssa got up from the stairs. Freya could see her cousin was in shock.
"It's always been here. You don't like telling me the truth," the voice in her head kept egging her to go on, but Freya could barely notice, all she can focus on was that her cousin was keeping information from her again, but no more; Freya had it.

"Freya that's not true," Nyssa pleaded. Don't fall for it again Freya!

"Really Nyssa?" She crossed her arms. "I can see you want to tell me something, but you're not going to."

"Freya if I could I would-"

"Then do it," Freya interrupted the girl before she could explain herself. She was tired of Nyssa telling her things when its convent to her or by accident; she wants answers and she wanted it now!

"Frey-"

"Killian was right about you! You're just a manipulative little-"

"That isn't Kilian!" Nyssa yelled out, she covered her mouth the moment she said it. It took a moment for Freya to process what she just heard.

"What did you just say?" she asked, wanting to make sure she heard her cousin correctly.
"That's not Kilian. That Dash."

"You're lying!" Freya hissed.

"I'm not Freya. I went to the jail today and I had a vision that the night that Dash was arrested, he switched bodies with Killian. And now the real Killian is in jail, for weeks, and nobody will believe him," what Nyssa said was a slap to her face. How could Nyssa say that, she didn't even know Dash? Unless she did. She must have.

"Oh wow," she whispered, grabbing the doorframe for support. It all made sense, Nyssa was working with Dash. She knew there was something wrong with him ever since she broke up their engagement, but she didn't know he wanted to hurt her. But why Nyssa would be working with him, that's the part that didn't make sense. Killian. Of course, that's why. Nyssa wanted Kilian, she had practically thrown herself to Kilian that day at the bar, Freya was glad to have a guy like Killian, someone she can trust.

"Freya I'm sorry that," Nyssa broke her out of her thoughts. She look at the girl who was looking down at her black converse. The girl didn't have the courage to look at her. What a coward. Freya gave her a death stare, how naive Freya was, that girl has brought nothing but misery since she arrived here. "I had to be the one to tell you but-"

"No, I just can't believe it," Freya stood up and look at Nyssa straight in her eyes. She could see fear in Nyssa's eyes, because of her. "I can't believe how low you would go to break up me and Killian. And that you're working with Dash. You're so missed up!"

"Freya no it's not like that. He's lying to you!" No she is! The voice in Freya's head grew louder.

"He's not! He's. My. Soulmate," Freya emphasized to make it clear, that was her Killian. "We've been through so many lives together. Don't you think I would know if he was an imposter, especially since I have the power to see arura?"

"I don't know Freya, maybe Dash did something to you that won't let you see arura," Nyssa tried to explain, but Freya wasn't having it. See she is insulting your magic! She think she's better that you because she has been practicing it longer than you have in this life. We both know you are so much stronger than her.

"Wow you really think that little of me," Freya pretend to be shocked. "Just because you've used your magic for your entire life and I have barely used it in this life, does not mean I'm weak!"

"I never said that. What I said was-"

"NO!" Freya was done with this, she wanted this girl out of her house now.

"FREYA JUST LISTEN TO ME," Nyssa yelled at her, but Freya cut her off.

"We have nothing else to talk about, you are a compulsive liar," she practically scream the last part. "You are nothing to me or this family," Freya could see Nyssa was in shock, but she didn't stop there. "In fact you're not even family. Aunt Wendy just felt sorry for you because your mother didn't want you and didn't even have the decency to leave you at a hospital. No she just left you at a stranger's house. In fact, I bet the real reason Aunt Wendy didn't tell mom about you, is not protect you, but because she was ashamed of you!" Freya didn't know where all this angry was coming from and she should feel bad for telling her cousin that, but she wasn't. The voice in her head was right about Nyssa, she was just saying what the voice had been telling her all along; Nyssa was no good.

"Shut up!" if looks could kill, Freya would be dead, she could see her cousin trying her best not to fight, but Freya didn't care.

"No! And that's why your real mom gave you up. It's because she was ashamed of you. She didn't care about you because you're not worth it. You were never a part of her family, or ours."

"You did not just go there," Nyssa's voice went dark, Freya could swear the temperature in the room just gotten colder. "FINE! If you want to go that low, I'll go down that low. My parents may have given me up, but least my father didn't abandon me for centuries," Freya's blood went cold, how dare she mentioned her father.

"You did not just say that," her voice went darker, if that was even possible.

"I did. At least I knew Uncle Victor in this life and it didn't take me losing my powers from my ex fiancé mother," Freya didn't let her finish that sentence. She didn't realized what happened, Freya let her instinct take over for a split second. All she knew Nyssa was on the ground, hold her cheek, and Freya's hand hurt. She looked down to see it was red, Freya hit her younger cousin. Good, she deserves it. Then she heard a laugh, no crackle, from the younger girl, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. "Feel better?" she asked when her laughing fit was done.

"Yes I do," she said, feeling smug about the situation. Who's weak now? Nyssa was getting up, she was calm, too calm.

"Good," it happened in a blur, Freya heard a loud slap, her head turned to the left, so fast it almost caused whiplash. Her check stung, she was surprised that Nyssa had it in her to hit her back. "SO DO I," the younger witch yelled. Furious, Freya tried to hit her little cousin again, but Nyssa was faster and grabbed her hand before it could touch her. "NO!" she yelled. Despite how Nyssa looked, she was a lot stronger than she seemed, Freya noted as she tried to wiggle her right hand free. "You know what my mom also told me? That if someone hits you, you have every right to hit them back because no one has the right to touch you. Including you Freya, you have no right to touch me," the younger witched growled the last part. Freya was almost intimidated by her. Almost.

"THAT'S ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!" a booming voice yelled at the two witches. Nyssa quickly let go of Freya's hand and they turned to see their whole family was there. Their uncle was as red as a tomato, Anna was on the verge of tears, Aria looked like she wanted to kill, or at least slap some sense into both of the witches, and her mother and sister looked ashamed of them. For a moment, Freya felt ashamed of herself, she shouldn't did what she did, but it felt right at the moment. I wonder how much did they heard?

"Nyssa where you going?" Freya's mother yelled. Nyssa was grabbing her phone and headed to the door. "Come back here."

"No I can't stay," the young girl turned, tears threaten to escape her eyes if she stayed. "According to Freya I'm not family so I'm not welcome here. I'm just some girl that their mom didn't want, is that right Freya?" there was pain and venom in her voice, but as much as Freya wanted to say something, she didn't. "Fine. I guess I'm not family, I guess this isn't my family," Nyssa said in a low, sad voice and quietly closed the door behind her.

"NYSSA!" the warlock yelled out for his niece, everyone turned around when they heard another pair of feet running to the back of the house. "Anna!" he yelled out to his other niece as the back door slammed. Freya could see her uncle was torn, he couldn't decide which niece to go after.

"I'll go talk to Anna," her mother put her hand on her uncle's arm and told him. Before the older witch left, she gave her youngest daughter a disappointing look, it hurt Freya a lot to see disappointment on any of her family's face, especially if it was because of her. Her uncle went to get his other niece and Aria followed, not before she stopped at the door and turned to face Freya.

"That was low Freya, even for you," unlike her family, the black hair witch gave her a look of pure hate. "All she wanted was to help you," she said, almost in a whisper. She shook her head and followed Arthur to find her friend, not before slamming the door loudly. She could hear her uncle and Aria calling out for Nyssa. She turned to think, a part of her felt bad, tired, weak, but another part felt excitement, it scared her.

"What are you going to yell at me too Ingrid?" she didn't need another person to yell at her, or be disappointed in her. She just wanted to sleep, the fight took a lot out of her, more than she thought.

"Freya. What happened?" Freya could see her older sister was trying to make sense of the situation.
"She was lying to be about Killian saying that he was Dash and that he switch bodies with Killian," she tried to explain to her sister ant to hide her tiredness. "And then one thing lead to another and here we are. Can you believe her? She wouldn't think that I would know if something happened to Killian. We're soulmates, I would know," she could see the disappointment on her sister's face and that there was something Ingrid wanted to say. No, it can't be, she doesn't believe me. "Ingrid don't tell me you believe her."

"Freya she was right. Anna and Aria were there, they told me the whole story. Freya I'm sorry," she felt her heart was being stabbed, her sister would believe these strangers.

"No! No," she refused to believe her, anyone. "I know him. THAT. IS. KILLIAN," she was done, everyone was against her and Killian, her family, fate; she just wanted this to stop. As you wish it, and so it will be, the voice in her head said. Freya's blood went cold, her breathing became labored, her legs felt like jelly as it could not support her any more.

"Freya!" she could hear her sister yell out her name as she fell down and hit her head. Pain coursed through her body, not only in her head. She couldn't yell nor scream in pain, not even whimper to ask her sister for help. "Freya! Stay with me. HELP SOMEONE HELP!" she couldn't see anything anymore, blackness invaded her vision. She could hear was her sister calling for help and trying to heal her, but something in Freya was screaming it was too late. The last thing she could hear, was footsteps running towards her, you're mine.

Wow! What did you guys think? Did you guys think Freya or Nyssa had it in them to hurt each other like that? What about Freya, what do you think is wrong with her and will she be okay? Will Nyssa come back? Will they save Wendy before Helena puts her plan in motion? Write down your comments, beliefs, and or theories in the box below and I will see you next week with Nyssa. And if you haven't yet, favorite and or follow this story. See you next week, bye guys.